Como gosto muito de alguns poemas ingleses, embora também existam boas traduções, aqui vos deixo o bonito poema de John Donne que não podia vir mais a propósito depois da minha ausência, pois é exatamente o nome e o tema do poema.
Present in Absence
Absence, hear thou my protestation Against thy strength, Distance and length; To hearts that cannot vary Absence is presence; Time doth tarry. My senses want their outward motion, Which now within Reason doth win, Redoubled by her secret notion; Like rich men take pleasure In hiding more than handling treasure. By absence this good means I gain, That I can catch her Where none can watch her, In some close comer of my brain: There I embrace and kiss her, And so I both enjoy and miss her.
